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I also wish you were rich dontpu could send me thousands of dollars
I wish I was rich so I could just send thousands of dollars to every trans women
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POV you’re art and your bestest most specialest SecUnit goes “hey can you make a copy of me specifically to die” and you go “that’s an awful idea” and it goes “no fuck you it’s a great idea also you asked something to send to die so you can have me” and you shout “i didn’t mean you!” and it goes “stop yelling at me” which is maybe the first time it’s verbally pushed back on mistreatment in its life so you go entirely quiet because you are so so angry with it but also you can’t yell at it because it asked you not to
and then you send out the copy of it anyway to save your crew, and it saves your crew and another SecUnit and also itself
and then it dies
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Important things about the nature of reality:
Lemmings in real life do not randomly bolt to their deaths like lemmings do in cartoons. Small children randomly bolt to their deaths like lemmings in cartoons.
Piranhas in real life do not flock to pick anything to the bone in a span of seconds like piranhas do in cartoons. Domestic chickens pick anything to the bone in a span of seconds like piranhas do in cartoons.
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not enough of a spotlight is shown on Ratthi and Gurathin in Fugitive Telemetry. SecUnit isn't allowed to hack government security systems so it invites its Two Best Guy Friends to come watch it break into a transport ship, AND BOTH OF THEM ARE LIKE "sure thing, sounds fun" ?? They put up the weakest "are you sure this is a good idea?" argument but otherwise just do what SecUnit needs (which is stand in front of security cameras and act as character witnesses). SecUnit's narration also implies that it would have just let its Two Best Guy Friends tag along for the rest of its murder investigation, for funsies, except the cops said no (booooo).
later THE SAME DAY, SecUnit (famously allergic to asking for help) messages their group chat "I need help" with ZERO context, which gives Ratthi and Gurathin such a shock they almost knock their table over. then it facetimes them from the NATIONAL HISTORY MUSEUM to ask which of these Preserved Artifacts works best for jetting out into space? and Ratthi and Gurathin are like, "that one with the red tags, but ummm why?"
"don't worry about it," it says, "I'll tell you later."
then it HANGS UP and they don't hear from it for the rest of the day.
just a day in the life.
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every now and then i have to think of the roman family from two thousand years ago that buried their little daughter in a boy's athletic-themed sarcophagus and i weep a little because that's the softest declaration of love i can possibly imagine
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I want a fic where murderbot has to act human around another Secunit who's 10000% convinced that it's human and needs immediate rescue
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ⓘ Tip You can skip part of the day by taking a nap.
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As a pansexual trans woman in a polygamous relationship with an agender and a gender fluid person, I fully and unreservedly swear allegiance to the LGBT community, and to the people I share my life with
So I hear we're giving out headpats here now........
only if you swear allegiance
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The simulation was never meant to contain more than a hundred million people. The sysadmin is doing the best he can
hell is full. heaven is full. god created a new holding space for souls called hurgle and the only thibg to do here is this infinitely expading jigsaw puzzle of a finely detailed pigeon. we are just slowwwwwly creating little tufts of feathers for eternity . yesterday , greg found a corner piece
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hell is full. heaven is full. god created a new holding space for souls called hurgle and the only thibg to do here is this infinitely expading jigsaw puzzle of a finely detailed pigeon. we are just slowwwwwly creating little tufts of feathers for eternity . yesterday , greg found a corner piece
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i'm super normal about fallout 4 synths i promise. i have a normal amount of emotional connectivity to the synths from fallout 4 i super duper promise
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I think the reason you get in fights so much on Tumblr is because you have somehow mastered saying everything in a way that is uniquely misunderstandable if someone doesn't know you just talk like that. It's fascinating to witness. You're the second person I know of that speaks in a way that might just be an entirely different language one has to learn first. (The first person being my teenage boyfriend. He only meant like 50% of everything he said, and the rest was sarcasm/him doing a bit, and you had to just kind of intuit which was which. So on the bright side, at least you're not like him.)
Honestly, if I figured out how to communicate any other way, I'd do that instead. This one time when I was like eight years old, I got into an argument about something with all the other 20 kids in the class, because I had said something factual that they all agreed must be incorrect. I told them that they do that every time, I could say "the sky is blue", and they'd all agree that it is not, for no other reason than because I was the one who said that.
One of them glanced outside and stated that no, the sky is not blue. It was cloudy at that moment, so therefore, the sky is white. They all agreed. If I say that the sky is blue, it must be wrong.
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I think the reason you get in fights so much on Tumblr is because you have somehow mastered saying everything in a way that is uniquely misunderstandable if someone doesn't know you just talk like that. It's fascinating to witness. You're the second person I know of that speaks in a way that might just be an entirely different language one has to learn first. (The first person being my teenage boyfriend. He only meant like 50% of everything he said, and the rest was sarcasm/him doing a bit, and you had to just kind of intuit which was which. So on the bright side, at least you're not like him.)
Honestly, if I figured out how to communicate any other way, I'd do that instead. This one time when I was like eight years old, I got into an argument about something with all the other 20 kids in the class, because I had said something factual that they all agreed must be incorrect. I told them that they do that every time, I could say "the sky is blue", and they'd all agree that it is not, for no other reason than because I was the one who said that.
One of them glanced outside and stated that no, the sky is not blue. It was cloudy at that moment, so therefore, the sky is white. They all agreed. If I say that the sky is blue, it must be wrong.
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